Chapter 4: Amiyah

Tom

I put Amiyah’s hand on my forearm as we walked towards the Blue Oyster. I knew the place has great seafood. I had been here a few times, and it was my favorite spot in Williamsburg.

Amiyah said, “My goodness, you’re taking me to the Blue Oyster?”

I said, “Of course, I hope you like fresh seafood.”

She said, “I love their crab cakes. They have the best crab cakes south of Maryland.”

I said, “I’m thinking I want some fried oysters tonight. I can taste a fried oyster dipped in their tartar sauce already.”

She said, “I like that new red sauce.” (catsup)

I said, “You should add a dash of horseradish to it. It’s even better that way. It tingles your taste buds. Ask them for a little if they have it.

We went in, and after a brief wait, we were seated. I ordered coffee, and she had tea. We chatted before our meals came out and chatted some more during the meal.

Amiyah is an elegant-looking woman; she is slim and long-legged compared to the other locals here. Most women were barely five feet tall.

Amiyah is taller with dark black hair that is well brushed because it shines brightly. She has blue eyes, a delicate nose, and small lips. She needs no makeup, which is good because the women here do not use it except for the harlots, I hear.

Her breasts must be a decent size and soft because they move around noticeably when she walks. I will remember our walk here. She walks like she’s trying the keep her breast movements unnoticeable.

Women here do not wear foundation garments. One or two layers of cloth do a poor job of restraining their breasts. She could cinch up her bustier thing, but then she would get no air inside her top. She would get hot quickly in summer.

Naughty AI. My AI keeps showing me up-skirt views of Amiyah’s rich black pussy hair. It’s hairy enough that there are few intimate details to be seen. Her legs are held apart under the tablecloth. She’s comfortable relaxing this way, thinking no one can see her pussy. But I can see her shiny curly pussy hair. She has lovely, soft-looking inner thighs too.

My AI has uses enhanced cameras to give me a full daylight-like look at her lovely muff. People here do a lot more walking. Amiyah’s limbs are exceptionally well put together.

We enjoyed a sherry after our early dinner. They have a tremendous cherry-flavored sherry made right here in Virginia. Grapes and cherry trees both do well here.

We held hands as we sipped our sherry. I could just barely smell Amiyah’s need, so I had a good idea I will be getting some strange pussy tonight.

We left, and once we were outside, I pulled her into an alley and kissed her. Her arms encircled me, and she pulled me into her firmly. I found her to be an excellent kisser.

She became shocked when my tongue became involved. She paused momentarily, then she got even more amorous. We stood there kissing hard for several minutes, her legs open and rubbing my leg below. I had wedged my leg between hers.

I got my hand under her skirt and shift and soon had her damp pussy in my hand. Her pussy hair felt as soft as it had looked earlier. I quickly located her clit, and with a damp finger, I began to Jill her off. I had her pushed up against a wall as I began to maul her cunt. I sensed that’s what she wanted.

“OH! What ... OHhhhhhhhhhhhh...”

I felt her trembling, and she shook as she rapidly got off with only my hand. I continued to press my finger carefully into her soft folds. She slumped a little as she came down from her climax.

I withdrew my hand with a whimper from her. I licked my fingers and smelled her scent while her eyes were closed. She must have caught a whiff because her eyes opened, and she caught me licking my fingers.

She whispered, “Oh my, oh my, why would you do that?”

Quietly, I replied, “Because you taste delicious to me. I needed to smell and taste your essence, Amiyah. Come with me to my room.”

“Ohhhhh...”

When we got near my hotel, I gave her my room key and sent her on ahead. I followed a minute later, and she let me into my room at my quiet knock.

I had picked a corner room so it had some air coming through the two windows. The cross-breeze was very welcome. I poured us each a glass of French Burgundy. She looked over her glass at me and I saw many emotions traveling over her face.

Amiyah said, “I want you to know I have never done this before. I was married, but he was my one-and-only man up until now. He died in a duel, as men do. I cared for him a lot, but he never excited me like you do, Tom.”

I said, “Lets start with unlacing your top. That thing looks too uncomfortable to me.”

She just sat there looking nervous, so I began unlacing it. I pulled it off her, leaving her in only her shift above the waist. I ran my hands up and down her arms. I leaned over and kissed her. I let her anticipation build a while before I cradled her soft breasts in my hands. I gently moved them, manipulating her soft orbs.

In moments I knew she liked it a little rougher, so I increased my pressure on her tits. I found her nipples now prominent, so I added some nipple play to my repertoire. I gave them gentle little twists as we kissed.

Amiyah was lost in my kisses. Initially clumsy and hesitant with French kissing, she was soon fully involved. She kissed me back energetically as I played with her fine, soft titties.

I stood up and loosened my vest. I had shed my coat when I came through the door and pulled off my weapons. The shirt soon followed, although I wouldn’t say I like long sleeves with cuff links. Bare chested, I sat back down.

Amiyah’s eyes were all over my chest. It was like she had never seen a man before. Maybe it was just a while; she said she’d only had one man.

I looked at her inquiringly.

She said, “We were Quakers. I have never seen a man’s chest in the light.”

The room has gas lights which are lit, but turned down to conserve the gas use. The Heillizdt had added soft back-lighting. They had made several additional changes to the room for me. It -is- very rustic here.

I took her hands, put them on my chest, and said, “Feel me. Smell me. This is what you have been missing all these years.”

I started kissing her as her hands began to move on me. I then untied her skirt, and she let me pull that off over her legs and shift. She only had her expensive silk stockings now and her shift. I immediately began to plunder her tender slit with one hand. The other hand was inside the top of her shift playing with one tit and then, after a minute, the other one.

A steady litany of “Oh’s” and “Mmm’s” was uttered by my companion as I used foreplay to raise her back to a fever pitch. I knew she was going to be multi-orgasmic.

I started to massage her front as I worked my way down her body. I wanted to taste her but figured she would balk at that. I had to sneak up on my prize. I pushed her shift up just below her pussy and ran my hands up and down her legs. She watched me as I did this. I got down on the floor.

I slipped my hands up until I had my thumbs on either side of her pussy. I ran them up and down her outer lips, putting gentle pressure on them. By working them sideways, I was able to open her slit to my eyes and nose. I used each hand to massage her outer lips. They were pretty swollen now, and I could readily see she was soaking wet for me.

Amiyah watched me as I leaned over towards her and sucked her clit between my lips. I suckled it delicately. Her cunt rose high in the air as she stood on tippy toes. She groaned loudly, “NOooooooo...”

Her lips said no, but her pussy disagreed, so I pressed on. I slid one finger in her and moved it back and forth in a fucking motion as I attacked her clit. I added another finger, and that’s when her body became animated. I tapped her G spot as I played games with her clit with my tongue.

I worked Amiyah up slowly for a while for my enjoyment. Her little sounds thrilled me. I then crooked my fingers and pulled against her cunt as she shuddered and climaxed.

She whined loudly, “Aiiiieeeeee...”

Amiyah flailed wildly and fell back onto the bed. I stayed that way a minute and then quickly stood and shed my breeches. I pulled her shift off as I rejoined her.

I lay next to her naked except for our silk stockings. I used my legs to slowly run my stockings on her silk stockings. Its a very sexy feeling. When I got above her knees and rubbed on her thighs, I could tell she was flooded down below. Her body is in constant motion as she tried to understand these new feelings. She whimpers constantly.

I rolled to my back and pulled her over on top of me. I held her there. She spread her legs so that her cunt was riding on my pelvic bone. I manhandled her ass cheeks as she moved her mouth for a kiss.

She gently rubbed her vulva in a side-to-side motion, kneading her soft pussy on me. I felt her “mmming” on my lips as she did this. Amiyah is a hot gal if you know how to wind her up.

I sent, “Tuucco (that’s my AI), get rid of all the stretch marks; her tits are a mushy C cup. Make them much perkier. Tone her up so her body looks eighteen or so. Roll back her face so she looks more like 25 years old above the neck.”

He sent, “Sure thing, Boss Man. Uhhm, she has ovulated. Her long period of sexual abstinence has probably caused her to drop an egg. You want her to have your baby, or should I have your Exo’s swarm the egg and destroy it?”

I felt Amiyah’s hand on my cock as she tried to get me into her. She got it just inside her, and she froze as she assessed the sensation. Her cooter is very hot and sopping wet. She started to wiggle down, and after a minute, I was almost all the way in. I felt every wave and bump inside her. I was soon up against her cervix when she paused at that new feeling.

I heard a big sigh from her when she got me where she wanted me. This was new pussy to me, so I just used my senses to enjoy this ‘new-to-me’ pussy. After a couple minutes, I finally figured out she didn’t know what to do. I guess her hubby had been a man on top quicky-artist.

I put my hands on her bum and started to gently rock her up and down on me so that she got maybe an inch of movement at a time. Amiyah began to get into the movement and continued the short strokes, just bumping my cock at the mouth of her cervix with each stroke. I sensed her feelings, and she was awash in her lust for the hard cock up her duff.

Wanting more, I drew her knees up so they were beside my hips and pushed her up a little. It stopped our kissing, but when I took her tits in my hands, she figured this position was quite good.

Her lower half was free to move with less impediment. She started to fuck back at me. As she got into it and experimented, she really got into fucking me, pumping me feverishly. She began a long string of orgasms that left me just inside her cervix at the end. Her soft pussy felt divine, pressed firmly to me.

After a few minutes, she began to kiss me as she went back to the short little strokes we had started with. Throughout Amiyah had been vocal but quiet as we shared ourselves.

I stopped her for a second. “What do you think about having babies? I don’t live here, so you would be going it alone.”

For an answer, she whined loudly and started to bash my pelvis with her cunt. Her wanton movements were my answer.

I came in her. “Agghhhhhhhhhh, ... uhhhh.”